A Stage in the Shadows

There's a stage in the shadows

Lost somewhere beyond

Below and cold

Re-animated bones

Dance and sway

To a hymn of old

...A melody we shall all come to know

In the darkness we all sing

A sweetly haunting melody

From a stage in the shadows

My future ghost sings

A song just like a haunting

Sing a song for the living

Sing a song for the dead

Slumber awaits in your death bed

For the shadows know

That on death's stage below

Lies in wait one final show

Rotting mains moan & rattle my song

From a collapsing stage

Lost somewhere beyond

It echos through the breeze in the night

Sung back to me by an owl in moonlight

All I Want is Everything

It's still me and I see this world will go on and change

With or without me

A bit more poisoned I feel like a kid that's as tired as an old man and twice as jaded

I cannot let go of aspirations even though the time has come and gone and I sure as hell didn't make it

But if ever I get another shot hell will be a cold and icy place and I sure as hell will take it

All I want is to sing my songs and play

See the world and kick the shit out'a every new day

Shake new hands and make the whole place sing

All I want is everything

It's still me and it will be, my drive will not die

Till my flesh turns to dust and I'm gone

From this world and from the pain

And all that's left is a song

All I want is to sing my songs and play

See the world and kick the shit out'a every new day

Shake new hands and make the whole place sing

All I want is everything

Always a Song

When the cracks began to form and spread

Through my heart and through my head

The lights grow dim and so distant

There were songs to explain it all

The chords convey each expression

A lyric to quote for each hard lesson

When shit went down and all seemed wrong

There was always a song

My stereo takes me back through time

The good, the bad, the days that defined

Me and my life, what is lost and gone

For each and every memory there's always a song

Now the frost is forming on everything

The cold cuts through to kill memories of spring

And there are times

I feel I can't remember a god damned thing

And then Tony Sly sings...

My stereo takes me back through time

The good, the bad, the days that defined

Me and my life, what is lost and gone

For each and every memory there's always a song

Bring it Back to Rosa

The day is done

The work week is through 

So tired of the same

It's about time for something new

But this old town's the same

Night after day

And they keep closing the venues

We used to go and watch the bands play

Bring the music back to Rosa

She's growing old and grey

I wanna hear a real band

Not some cheap, two bit half ass DJ

So tired of the bar scene

The same old high price drinks

We all go anyway

Seems no one ever stops to think

Bring the music back to Rosa

She's growing old and grey

I wanna hear a real band

Not some cheap, two bit half ass DJ

    It seems when there's a band

    They're only playing at the command

    Of the pub owner who only wants to sell booze

    And with watered down covers you'll never discover

    Music that's actually new

Bring the music back to Rosa

She's growing old and grey

I wanna hear a real band

Not some cheap DJ

Not some fuckin' DJ

Not another DJ

Bruises Over Broken Bones

Outside isn't pretty

Inside is worse, you know

Fractured, broken and fading

Like bruises over broken bones

...Broken bones, bruises over broken bones

I don't know what happened

I don't know where she lost her way

Her demons came 'a callin'

And god damn you know they stayed

I know there was potential

I fought so hard to bring

But she set it all on fire

And burned down everything

...Broken bones, bruises over broken bones

I'm not saying I did everything right

I'm not saying I'm not pretty broken inside

All I'm saying is I with you had really tried

To bring to light the beauty that you used to have inside

Now there's only...

...Broken bones, bruises over broken bones

Combatant

Please stop talking to me cause I cannot hear a word

Your speech, it seems, is jargon

And your vision is so blurred

You boast about our freedom and then you regulate away

And send the cops to shut us down each time we try and play

I won't do the things you want me to do

I don't ever need to listen to you

I can run my own life and your life is a lie

Vilified, it builds our anger

We see the warning signs

Kill opposition, rape the land

Indoctrinate our minds

Building speed, a downhill slope

Embracing tyranny 

And filling coffins with our youth

Who've seen all they can be

I won't do the things you want me to do

I don't ever need to listen to you

I can run my own life and your life is a lie

Competent

I don't trust your judgement  over my own

And what is encased in my skull is my own

...Not yours

They try and take my

Take my decisions

Looking out for my safety as if you could do that better than me

But it ain't like that

Your logic's only a trap

It renders you helpless, you expect others to do what you should do for yourself

Better than anyone else

...For yourself

I don't need your guiding hand

Nor do I care if you don't understand

I don't need your guidance 

Cause I know I am competent

I don't trust your judgement  over my own

And what is encased in my skull is my own

...Not yours

I don't need your guiding hand

Nor do I care if you don't understand

I don't need your guidance 

Cause I know I am competent

I Know

Some days I feel I can do anything

Some days I want to hide away

Some days I feel I can take on the world

Do anything and do it my way

I know, it doesn't work out that way

I know, you gotta keep chipping away

I can't help but sit and dream

Of all that I intend to be

I set my sight so high it burns my eyes

The calendar turns and life slips on by

I know, it doesn't work out that way

I know, you gotta keep chipping away

Black Wings

You ever feel like you're bound in chains

Kept from sustenance, locked away

Like there's just no way to make it right

These black wings long to take to the night

The coastal air sets this heart alight

The waves thunder a siren's song in the night

Let me feel the night sky beneath these wings

For what keeps us going is everything

The moon's light falls on giants of old

Who's stretching arms drop leaves of gold

To soil that holds tight hallowed bones

Not a soul alive today will ever know

I need to breathe, I need to keep

These dreams alive to help me sleep

To keep the hate and pain at bay

Maintain pursuit of better days

Let these black wings take to flight

To find the fire that lights the night

To find the path that feels true

We shed the past and we start anew

Perspective

Fridays are always better than Mondays

Unless you don't work Mondays at all

Circumstances give all things unique perspective

And perspective can make you feel so small

I carry a light in my soul and try shine it

Into the darkest corners spill the flame and ignite

My view of the world turns so bleak at times that I can

Hardly summon a smile till I feel the cool of night

   Keep on waiting!

   For these tired tides to turn

   Keep on searching!

   For the fuel I need to burn

I think about the stars and their burning cores and see that

The things that they consist of are what's inside of me

And if they can burn bright goddamnit I'll shine too

I will push on through the tough times

Feel and breathe what I must do

Fridays are always better than Mondays

Unless you don't work Mondays at all

Circumstances give all things unique perspective

And perspective can make you feel so small

The poor men watch the rich man, wish they had that luxury

The rich man sees the poor men & he thinks they're living free

You may gripe because your team lost but when you hear the loss & pain

The morning paper brings, it's hard to look at it the same

   Keep on waiting!

   For these tired tides to turn

   Keep on searching!

   For the fuel I need to burn

When you're lonely you wish for someone & you wish so goddamn bad

But then you get tied up and miss the freedom that you had

It can all be so maddening, can seem a large burden but

Here is some perspective, it don't mean shit in the end

Punk Rock & Blood

My heart it runs

On punk rock and blood

My mind's a mesh of songs

That at times becomes a flood

It sweeps me away

Carries me out to sea

Where I rock and drift along

In a fog of memories

They make me smile

While they rip at my guts

Good times I never knew I'd miss so much

These songs were there

20 years later they're still here

I'll forever sing along forever keep them near

I still get excited like a kid at Christmas

When I find new music that'll make me feel like this

Music that makes me smile

While it rips at my guts

Music with heart and soul, yeah

I could never get enough

And the memories, they make me smile

While they rip at my guts

Good times I never knew I'd miss so much